Getting the flower back
The scent of the torn cloth leads us to the west of the city. There, we're greeted by a big iron gate, its bars towering above us, and there are no fewer than ten guards stationed around it. Looking up the sloping hills, a grand mansion comes into view, its silhouette imposing against the blue sky. The crest emblazoned on the gate is an eagle in mid-flight. Beneath it, the letters spell out 'Hawksmoor Estate, the residence of Duke Eldridge.'
"What? Eldridge Hawksmoor? Damn, this man…"